One More Day!
The day I left for training camp I found a card that my dad had snuck into my backpack. On the front of the card was a picture of a little girl pushing a big rock with all her might, a rock that clearly could not be easily moved, especially by a child as small as her. He wrote inside that over these next four months in Guatemala I will probably feel like that little girl often. He encouraged me that even when I feel like the task I am striving to accomplish is impossible, it is not because God is with me, and he is ultimately my strength. When I read that card for the first time I knew that...